Barry was a tweetie-birdie, But, his tweets were way too wordy, So, he quit using the vowel, On verbs, he threw in the towel, His tweets are now not so purdy. Barry the singing bird was quite the tweeter, He said nothing new; he was a tweet repeater, His tweets were not bold, They were copies so old, Barry was just a tweet thief and a cheater.
There was a man, who was so vehemently bitter,
He attacked all in family over the media called twitter,
He attacked his cousin the monk,
Said his car-dealer uncle sold junk,
He even said his sister was a poor baby sitter.
There was a man, who was so vehemently bitter,
He attacked all in family over the media called twitter,
He made fun of his cousin the monk,
Said his car-dealer uncle sold junk,
He even said his sister was a poor baby sitter.